A/N: Ok everyone hello again! I updated both of my stories again today so I hope you enjoy this one :p It's still a little short but it's only part one, the second part comes next X)

Amy slowly roused herself from her deep slumber. Her head was being cushioned on something hard, yet soft. A gentle rhythm of breathing was heard in the room, and she could hear a heartbeat from just below her cheek. Looking up she saw Lance still asleep; one arm was thrown behind his head and the other cuddled her closer to himself.

Sometime during the time that they had fallen asleep they had lay down full length on the couch. She raised her head up and looked towards the TV that was stuck on the opening menu for the movie. That was too bad she thought to herself as she just stared at it; it really was a good movie.

Slowly Amy moved out from Lance's arm. For a second it tightened and then immediately lost its strong hold. Amy saw his eyes open slowly and he smiled at her. Stretching he groaned as he fully woke up; she climbed over him, hitting the floor with her bare feet.

"What time is it?" Lance asked as he slurred his words slightly.

Amy glanced over at the clock, "Just after 12," she told him gently as she padded to the fridge.

Pulling it open she grabbed a sub from the other day and opened it. Getting a plate out she put her cold sandwich on it and turned. Lance was staring at her with a bemused expression on his face. Amy frowned at him then stuck her tongue out.

"You're not getting any so don't bother asking," she teased him good naturedly.

Lance waved his hands up in mock surrender and laughed as she placed it on her small table in the kitchen.

"I wasn't going to," he replied.

Stretching he rose from the couch and padded closer to her as she took a bite and started to chew. Grabbing the chair across from her he stared at her with a deep expression on his face. Amy at first ignored him hoping that he would stop eventually, but as the minutes ticked by she was forced to concede that he wasn't going to. Looking up at him she sighed her frustration.

"What Lance?" she asked him snapping slightly.

Lance shrugged, "I was just wondering if you were willing to give Gabe and Jazz a chance again Aim."

Amy stopped her chewing as she stared at Lance. Putting the sandwich back down she clasped her hands on her chin and looked out the window by one of the kitchen counters. Her eyes glazed over as she thought everything through; the happy times on campus with her friends, the times when they were at each other's throats, and the lies.

Amy sighed as all these memories and emotions assaulted her brain making her dizzy with all the powerful emotions. Looking back at Lance she could tell that he was just as distraught still. Amy knew he was incredibly sorry for what he had done to her; she also knew that Jazz and Gabe were too, but did that mean that they had learned their lesson and would include her in the tough decisions that would no doubt face them in the future?

Sighing Amy nodded to Lance slowly. She was willing to give it all a shot; obviously nothing she was doing was working out well for her…or healthy for that matter. Something needed to be changed before she crash slammed into a solid concrete wall.

"I'm willing I think Lance," she whispered quietly.

Lance beamed at her as he heard her say this to him, "Amy you're not going to regret making this decision I promise you that. I know Gabe and Jazz are both equally sorry for everything, believe me they won't do it again."

Amy nodded her head but otherwise didn't respond. She knew that everyone was sorry but she still felt as if they treated her like a little kid. Only time would be able to tell her if they would live up to their words today, but she was willing to give them that chance. She would have to talk to each of them separately but for now she was content where this was all going.

Suddenly, a gentle knocking came from her door. Frowning Amy looked at it and Lance turned his head. Turning back to her he stared at her in puzzlement.

"Were you expecting anyone?" he asked her gently.

Amy shook her head no and frowning Lance got up and peaked through the peep hole. Sighing in frustration he opened the door and Amy raised her eyebrows at who was standing on the other side.

Gabe was there, he looked the same as last night but maybe slightly more exhausted. His hair was still immaculate and his clothes while not from the top end were pristine. He walked into the room and hesitatingly looked at her as she still sat there. Lance looked back at her with a slight shrug of his shoulders; Amy nodded to him to show it was fine.

"Aim can I talk to you for a few minutes?" Gabe asked in a hesitant voice.

Amy stared at the trickster for a few moments. She wasn't used to hearing him sound so docile and gentle. Usually he was loud, boisterous, and could be crude; to his friends however he was very loyal and happy person. Only a few people had that privilege of seeing that side of him and she was one of the lucky few; so to see him this upset sent sparks racing down her spine.

Nodding she glanced at Lance and smiled in a reassuring way, "Lance can me and him have some alone time? We can talk again soon I promise."

Lance smiled at this and quietly left the room, the door shutting behind him with a gentle click. Amy turned when she knew the door was closed and looked at Gabe expectantly.

"Ok Gabe it's just you and me now, so what's up?" she asked him trying to sound friendly even though she was still slightly mad at him.

"I just wanted to talk to you about the last year, and explain myself, "Gabe began to say but she cut him off.

"There's really no need for that Gabe; Lance told me the mindset behind everything and I just have to say that I still don't agree with what the three of you did, "Amy said to him, although I think you all understand that already."

Gabe nodded at this, "Yeah; I just wanted to tell you sorry from myself personally. You mean more to me than anyone I've ever met; and you would never believe how pissed I am about all of this and what I did to you."

Amy gazed at her friend sadly. She could see now fully how much Gabe was hurt by everything he thought he was being forced to do; sure he made the wrong decision on this and had hurt her and himself but he had tried to do what he thought was for the best.

Amy got up and walked closer to him; she stood right in front of him and Gabe was still looking down at the floor in complete and utter sorrow. Without thinking she threw her arms around his neck and pulled his body into hers. Gabe gave a slight gasp of shock at this abrupt movement and tensed; finally he relaxed and pulled her into a comforting embrace. His own arms wrapped tightly around her small waist and he buried his head into the crook of her neck.

For a few minutes the two friends stood there in quiet silence as they both soaked up the others presence. Amy could feel every line of his strong body against hers and the slight rise and fall of his chest as he breathed gently. He smelled exactly how he always smelled; candy; and she couldn't help a slight giggle make its way up from her throat as she realized that.

Gabe pulled away slightly but did not relinquish his hold on her, "What?" he asked her suspiciously as his brows knitted together.

Shaking her head, "I just realized that you still smell like candy."

Gabe raised his eyebrows at this, "And when has that ever been news!"

Amy laughed again, "It's not I'm just glad you're still acting the same way."

At this Gabe's eyes seemed to soften as he gazed at her, "Of course I'm still the same, and I'm glad to see you are too."

Amy swallowed nervously at this. She was guessing that in all her time watching her Jazz had never seen her cut herself. She shuddered as she thought of how her friends would take something like this; deciding on the split second decision that she would keep this secret for as long as she could she smiled at Gabe and nodded.

"Of course I'm still the same!" Amy exclaimed in her still boisterous tone.

Frowning she looked around the apartment as if expecting someone to jump out at any second. Looking back at Gabe she asked him, "Hey where's Jazz?"

Gabe scratched his head as he thought of this, "Now that you ask I don't really know. She took it pretty hard last night; I think she thinks that you hate her now. When I tried to find her she obviously didn't want to be found. I'm sorry Amy," Gabe apologized to her.

Amy shook her head, "It isn't your fault Gabe; I just have to talk to her about all this."

Suddenly, before Gabe could answer her the door burst in behind him and a figure stumbled into the room. Gabe whirled around to face the intruder and Amy almost screamed when she realized who it was. A small bundle with short black hair and pale skin cannon balled into her knocking her over onto the hard tiling of the kitchen, knocking the wind from her.

Gasping Amy lifted her head and looked down at the sobbing mass on top of her as it crouched on her stomach. The tear filled green eyes of Jazz looked up at her. Her friend looked a mess, her normally neat hair was askew, eyes puffy and red, her skin was blotchy and dried tear stains marred her cheeks. Her clothes usually so pristine were rumpled and in complete disarray.

Amy sadly watched as her friend hiccupped and stuttering tried to speak, "Amy please don't hate me, I should have done something a lot sooner and I know that I was terribly wrong! Please, please don't hate me anymore! I promise I won't ever leave you again like that! I hated lying to you."

Jazz stopped after that and seemed to lose her strength and confidence as she collapsed curling into a small ball on top of her. Amy reached up her hands, and while holding her she comforted her. Stroking the top of her head she whispered sweet nothings to her as her friend slowly calmed down.

Eventually Jazz seemed to control herself were she slid off her friend and sat on the cold tiling and gave slight hiccups. Amy sat up and popped her back, hearing the desired pop she sighed in relief and looked at her friend.

"Jazz its ok, there's nothing for you to be worried about," Amy soothed her friend, "Me and Gabe just finished talking about the exact same thing pretty well; Lance was over here too, you actually just missed him. I've decided that you all deserve another chance, I mean you all did what you thought was best and I really can't blame you for that. So with that said you have to start trusting me more, and we can't keep secrets like this from each other anymore. It's not healthy."

Jazz nodded her head frantically, as if she couldn't stop agreeing with Amy. She felt like she could have said anything and her friend would have agreed with her just to keep their newfound peace alive.

Gabe rolled his eyes as he saw Jazz's over enthusiastic nods, "Oh will you calm down! You're making me sick just watching you like a regular bobble head."

Jazz stopped suddenly and frowned at the trickster in anger, "At least I know when to admit I'm wrong."

Gabe stared at her aghast, "I did admit I was wrong you little annoying squirrel!"

"Ok guys! Let's focus! New treaty going on over here, let's not spoil it too harshly within the first five minutes of it," Amy calmly told her friends.

Gabe and Jazz grudgingly nodded their heads although that didn't stop Jazz from flipping Gabe off when Amy turned her back to make hot chocolate and Gabe set her hair on fire. Jazz hopped around frantically and just managed to put it out before Amy turned back around holding two steaming hot cups of cocoa.

Gabe had to suppress a laugh as Amy raised her nose and sniffed the air, "Does it smell like smoke to you all of a sudden in here?"

Jazz blushed beat red at this and Gabe merely shrugged, "I don't smell a thing," he replied indifferently.

Jazz glared mutinously at him but otherwise went over to the table to sit. Amy placed the hot chocolate down in front of her friend and she eagerly grabbed it. Taking a sip she moaned in happiness as the smooth chocolaty goodness slithered down her throat and pooled in her belly making her all warm and tingly.

"Wow Amy you sure know how to make one awesome cup of hot chocolate!" Jazz exclaimed as she guzzled more down.

Amy laughed at her friend's enthusiasm and turned to Gabe. He seemed put out about something and Amy gave him a thoughtful glance, "Gabe did I forget something for you? Is it not hot enough…?"

Gabe shook his head, "Oh no it's great Aims! I was just wondering do you have any whipped cream."

Before Amy could even respond to that the trickster whipped out a large can of whipped cream and squirted what seemed like half the can onto the hot chocolate. Jazz had stopped guzzling hers just to stare in shock at the trickster's sweet tooth rearing its head all over again.

Gabe looked up and saw them staring at him in shock, "What? You don't see me criticizing how you guys eat or drink! So back off!"

Amy snorted in laughter at this but otherwise shook her head.

"So what now?" she asked her two friends around the table.

Gabe stopped and lowered his cup; a foamy mustache covered his upper lip. Jazz began to chew her lip and looked down at the still steaming mug in front of her.

"Well that's kind of up to you Amy," Gabe said slowly, "I mean we would like you to come with us and see the world maybe."

Amy looked up at Gabe shocked, "See the world? But I have a job! And a home! I can't just up and leave!"

Gabe shrugged, "Well you could do so much better than this."

Amy glared at him, "It's mine Gabe! We can't just leave like that!"

Jazz sighed, "You don't have to Amy if you don't want, we understand. Gabe just thought to give you the suggestion. We really want to show you this nifty place that we think you wold like and start a new life; but you have to want to leave this old life first."

Amy frowned and looked down at the table. Could she leave the life she had been making for herself for a year? Just up and quit and take a gamble on other things? Looking up at Gabe and Jazz she sighed. She knew her friends wanted her to take the gamble but was she really ready? This was huge, like life changing huge, and she wondered if she was really mature enough to take this on.

"I have to think about it," Amy quietly murmured, "can I give you my answer tomorrow?"

Gabe and Jazz looked at each other and nodded their heads.

"Sure Aim if that would help you we can wait for tomorrow then," Jazz said softly.

Amy smiled in gratitude, "Thanks guys. Come over early first thing tomorrow by eight and I'll be ready to tell you what I've decided."

Jazz and Gabe nodded and stood up. Tucking their chairs back in Gabe whisked the cups away, returning them to their rightful cupboards. Amy walked them to the door and opened it for them. Gabe and Jazz smiled as they quietly walked out. Closing the door behind them Amy looked around the small apartment. In less than twenty four hours she could be saying bye to this place permanently. Sure it wasn't five stars and the neighborhood was much to be desired but it was still her place.

Walking back to the kitchen she grabbed her sub and sat down in front of the TV. Turning up the volume she watched cartoons for the rest of the day. Her heart felt lighter and so did her soul. Her scars on her arms still stung every once in a while, serving as a constant reminder to her horrible past but she grit her teeth and dealt with it.

Then and there Amy swore to herself that she would never cut herself again. She had her friends back and that's all she needed in order to cope again. By the time it got late out she slowly crawled into her large bed. As she drifted off to sleep thoughts of Lance, Jazz and especially Gabe drifted into her mind again and she smiled.

It was one of the first nights in a long time that she found true peace in her dreams.

A/N: Ok guys I know it's lacking so just be gentle :p i'll try to get the next chapter uploaded as soon as possible!